This is a song about "Shoulders"

Sitting here with slumped shoulders

Know just what you worth

Lay there with busted shoulders,

You know big-breast girls

Like atlas i take the weight of the world on my shoulders

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

That's why a little more bring a whole lot of toasters

Holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,

Lone soldier holds stone boulders on cold shoulders,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I'm atlas, carry the weight of the world on my shoulders/

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

My shoulders have been teared from the weight

Potions brewing in the workshop right above my shoulders

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth